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O Madre de Dios!" he moaned, wringing his hands and shivering as though stricken with an ague. He writhed among the leaves, his eyes fixed only upon that ghastly shape which lay before him. There, in the ashes of the dead fire, as though embalmed, as though alive, as though lingering to accuse and to convict, lay the body of Greathouse, the missing man.
Clarence R. Greathouse, formerly Consul-General for the United States at Yokohama at which place I first had the pleasure of meeting him who was now on his way to Corea, where he had been requested by the Corean Government to accept the high and responsible position of Vice-Minister of Home Affairs, as well as of legal adviser to the King in international affairs.
His eyes, which should have glowed with the amiable fires of youth, were as implacably baleful as those of a mad wolf. "You don't go for to figger me in with Baker an' Greathouse?" he fiercely demanded. "I know your story. It wouldn't be just to rank you with them." "Mebbe it's my story what turns other men ag'in' these critters," he coldly suggested. "There was a time when I had a daddy.
Before them lay not charred and dismembered remains, but simply a flat table of ashes, midway along it a slightly higher ridge, at which the wind, hitherto not conspiring, now toyed, flicking away items here and there, carrying them, spreading them, returning them unto the dust. Cal Greathouse had made his charge, and left it with the Frontier to cast the reckoning.
Greathouse, who, like many of his countrymen, has a wonderful gift for telling humorous stories, of which he had an unlimited supply, kept us in fits all evening, and in fact the greater part of the night, so that when we passed the islands of Goto and Tsushima we were still awake and in course of being entertained by his Yankee yarns. The next day we reached the Corean port of Fusan.
One of the boats, however, belonging to the fleet, commanded by a Captain Greathouse, adopted the same plan, and for a while kept up with Captain Hubbell, but all its crew at length falling asleep, that boat also ceased to be propelled by the oars, and Captain Hubbell and his party proceeded steadily forward alone.
Even granting the Earl corrupt motives and a prophetic soul, it remains to be explained why he should wish to injure an obscure borderer, whom nobody has ever heard of except in connection with Logan; it would have served the purpose quite as well to have used the equally unknown name of the real offender, Greathouse.
It must go on yet a little further. "By jinks," said one cow-puncher, "that's right. That fellow Juan is loco, an' you all done knowed that, always." "He ain't so d n loco but what he could kill a man, all right," said another, "Sure. Cal Greathouse was worth sever'l o' this Greaser," remarked another. "I don't see how you c'n hang him legal," said a judicial voice.
Madness and folly seem to have ruled the half-hearted conspirators of California. An ALABAMA or two on the Pacific would have been most destructive scourges of the sea. The last days of opportunity glide by. The prosaic records of the Federal Court in California tell of the evanescent fame of Harpending, Greathouse, Rubery, Mason, Kent, and the other would-be buccaneers.
Having drunk, the leader smote upon the bar with a heavy hand. "Come along, men," he called out, "The quicker we hang that d d Greaser the better it will be. We done heard there was some sort o' trial goin' on here in town over this. We cowmen ain't goin' to stand no such foolishness. This Greaser killed Cal Greathouse, an' he's got to hang."
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